Buried here within my chest where the
Lights are all caving in from the inside out
All my senses bludgeoned by your voice
Chalking up my veins with your secrets, I don't
Know if I can keep it, I don't know if I can keep
Hollering for you to finally hear me, surely
One day you'll finally see the realest side of me, the
Light and joy yearning to break free - I'm not
Empty or broken, I'm just choking on the lies you sold me
I love this form. I have written many and whenever I have, I find they have a mind of there own. Or should I say, a way of giving a subconscious mind words.
The word, 'Black hole' is visual. A powerful force, an imploded star, drawing all and everything into it. For you to use this as a metaphor for being lied to, treated badly really ups the anti. It screams with the same 'black hole' force - anger, frustration, its all there. I love the last line, it ends this piece superbly.